Poetry

Another 4th of July

Seems that the 4th of July

of two thousand six

was as close as

yesterday!

My,how time

does fly.

Here now but gone

tomorrow;

never does it stop to

consider all the

sorrow

caused by rushing

through the days like

the strong

march wind,

which blows day and

night

without a proper

end!

Being a disabled

veteran of

WWII

my thoughts of last year

was that was

the last 4th

of my

residence

here

on Mother Earth!

Yet God has given

to me

another year

in which to contemplate

the meaning

of the 4th

of July.

Freedom is a heavy

word

and not so often

heard

in these modern

days,

for the world is sick

in so many

ways.

The U.S. of A

has lost her

way

down the well worn

path of

Freedom

for which so many thousands

have died the

death

in wars far and

near

while true patriots

stand in

fear

of God's judgment

upon a land wherein

man

is considered King

and is crowned

with the human diadem

of self glory

while The God

of creation

is all but banished

from the

nation

to which he gave

the pangs of

birth

in Sweet Freedom's

court;

on all our coins

we still can read

"In God we

trust",

and so we must

or die the death of

Freedom

for which so many have

died.

Shall their death be

of no worth,

tossed aside like

refuse

on the Street of

Pleasure

without the measure

of life's

treasure!

On D-Day's early

morn

thousands bled and

died on

Utah Beach,

turning the waters

Red

with American

blood.

That blood still cries out

to those of us

who are

still

alive

on the 4th of July

2007.

The residents of

Heaven

must blush for Sweet

Freedom's

demise.

Like the Psalmist

who lifted his eyes and looked

to the skies

from whence came

his help,

we do well to walk in his

step

and commit to God

the future of

this once great

land,

by taking Freedom by

the hand!

Fly the flag for it is not

just a

rag

of red, white, and blue

with stars and

stripes

reminding us of days

past

when Old Glory

was raised

in victory

over many a

foe,

like the raising of the flag at

Iwo

so long ago

where 7000 Marines

died the death

for Freedom

and where some

twenty thousand earned

the Purple

Heart.

They never counted the cost

of such great

loss

for Freedom cannot be

measured by

inches, feet, or yards

nor miles nor

by the rod,

but by the Heart of

God,

and it is to Almighty God

that I raise my

prayer

for the Freedom

that once was

where

all could see her

worth

as The Good Lord

gave her

birth!

I love Freedom more

than life

for life without Freedom

is no life

at all!

(At least that's one man's opinion.)